Dormitory building perimeter was cordoned off with police tape.
Someone was murdered, others descended into madness, and explosions echoed repeatedly, filling the corridors with dust and smoke. The police, responding to the emergency calls, entered the dark-shrouded building with cautious steps.
What they did not know was that the incident had already been resolved.
...
Cen Dongsheng sat near a pavilion by the artificial lake, while Song Yutang leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance at the familiar dormitory building, which now resembled a structure in a war-torn area, with faint smoke drifting in the night air.
The horizontal distance from the collapsed structure was somewhat far, but it looked almost like a dangerous building.
Unable to help herself, she sighed deeply. The face of the deceased senior, Li Huishan, was deeply etched in her mind, flashing before her eyes from time to time.
